anticipation, Hannah shook her head. ‘It’s not like I’m going out with anyone.’
I grinned. ‘Then what is it like?’
She shrugged uncertainly, her eyes suddenly filled with dismay. ‘He doesn’t like me the same way.’
‘Who doesn’t? How do you know?’
‘He’s older.’
Worry stabbed me in the gut. ‘Older?’
Hannah must have heard the note of reproach in my voice because she waved my concern away quickly. ‘He’s just eighteen. He’s in the last year at school.’
‘So how did you meet?’ Although I was willing to be a friend to Hannah, I also wanted the details so I could figure out whether there
was
reason to be concerned or not. Hannah was a young fifteen when it came to boys and I didn’t want anyone taking advantage of her.
Relaxing, Hannah turned towards me, getting more comfortable with confiding her boy story to me. ‘Last yearthese boys started to make fun of me and my friends. We didn’t really bother when we were together. It was just names, and they’re just a bunch of idiots who skip school and bully everyone who actually likes school.’ She rolled her eyes at the stupidity of the young male species. ‘Anyway, one day last year I missed the bus, so I began walking home. They followed me.’
I gripped her duvet cover, my eyes wide. ‘Di–’
‘It’s okay.’ She cut me off, reassuring me. ‘Marco stopped them.’
My lips twitched as I tried to contain my smile at the dreamy way she said his name. ‘Marco?’
She nodded, her smile more than a little bashful. ‘His dad is African American but his mum’s family is Italian American with family in Scotland. He’s from Chicago but he moved here last year to live with his aunt and uncle. He was with a couple of friends and he saw the boys following me and taunting me. He scared the guys off, introduced himself, and then walked me home even though it was in the opposite direction from his place.’
So far, so good.
I nodded, encouraging her to continue.
‘He told me anytime I missed the bus he would walk me home. He started hanging around with his friends at the end of school and waiting to see if I got on the bus. The couple of times I missed it, he was true to his word and walked me home.’
What was this kid after? ‘So has he asked you out?’
Hannah heaved a dramatic sigh. ‘That’s the thing. He really is just looking out for me, like I’m a wee sister or something.’
Okay, maybe he really was just a good kid. ‘Is it your shyness? Do you not talk to him?’
Hannah laughed, such a grown-up sound of tart amusement I had to remind myself for a second I was talking to a teenager. ‘That’s the thing. I clam up around other boys, and you’d think with how hot he is, I wouldn’t be able to talk to him. But he makes it really easy. He’s really down to earth.’
‘How do you know he doesn’t fancy you?’
Her cheeks flushed a deeper red than before and she bit her lip, her eyes flickering away from mine.
‘Hannah?’
‘I may have mmmhed imm,’ she mumbled.
I leaned closer, suspecting I already knew the answer to my next question, ‘What was that?’
‘I may have kissed him,’ she answered grumpily, her cheeks brightening again.
I grinned teasingly. Little Hannah had her sister’s impulsiveness when it came to her crushes. Ellie had told me all about the night she’d thrown herself at Adam. Adam was Braden’s best friend, and out of respect to Braden had held Ellie at arm’s length for a long time. Ellie had not made it easy on him. ‘How did that go?’
Hannah’s brow puckered as she stared at the ground. ‘He kissed me back.’
‘Yay!’ I punched the air like a goofy idiot.
‘No.’ Hannah shook her head at me. ‘He then pushed me away, didn’t say a word, and has avoided me for the last month.’
Feeling my chest ache at how crestfallen she looked, I slid my arm around her shoulders and hugged her to myside. ‘Hannah, you are beautiful and funny and smart and there
I grinned. ‘Then what is it like?’
She shrugged uncertainly, her eyes suddenly filled with dismay. ‘He doesn’t like me the same way.’
‘Who doesn’t? How do you know?’
‘He’s older.’
Worry stabbed me in the gut. ‘Older?’
Hannah must have heard the note of reproach in my voice because she waved my concern away quickly. ‘He’s just eighteen. He’s in the last year at school.’
‘So how did you meet?’ Although I was willing to be a friend to Hannah, I also wanted the details so I could figure out whether there
was
reason to be concerned or not. Hannah was a young fifteen when it came to boys and I didn’t want anyone taking advantage of her.
Relaxing, Hannah turned towards me, getting more comfortable with confiding her boy story to me. ‘Last yearthese boys started to make fun of me and my friends. We didn’t really bother when we were together. It was just names, and they’re just a bunch of idiots who skip school and bully everyone who actually likes school.’ She rolled her eyes at the stupidity of the young male species. ‘Anyway, one day last year I missed the bus, so I began walking home. They followed me.’
I gripped her duvet cover, my eyes wide. ‘Di–’
‘It’s okay.’ She cut me off, reassuring me. ‘Marco stopped them.’
My lips twitched as I tried to contain my smile at the dreamy way she said his name. ‘Marco?’
She nodded, her smile more than a little bashful. ‘His dad is African American but his mum’s family is Italian American with family in Scotland. He’s from Chicago but he moved here last year to live with his aunt and uncle. He was with a couple of friends and he saw the boys following me and taunting me. He scared the guys off, introduced himself, and then walked me home even though it was in the opposite direction from his place.’
So far, so good.
I nodded, encouraging her to continue.
‘He told me anytime I missed the bus he would walk me home. He started hanging around with his friends at the end of school and waiting to see if I got on the bus. The couple of times I missed it, he was true to his word and walked me home.’
What was this kid after? ‘So has he asked you out?’
Hannah heaved a dramatic sigh. ‘That’s the thing. He really is just looking out for me, like I’m a wee sister or something.’
Okay, maybe he really was just a good kid. ‘Is it your shyness? Do you not talk to him?’
Hannah laughed, such a grown-up sound of tart amusement I had to remind myself for a second I was talking to a teenager. ‘That’s the thing. I clam up around other boys, and you’d think with how hot he is, I wouldn’t be able to talk to him. But he makes it really easy. He’s really down to earth.’
‘How do you know he doesn’t fancy you?’
Her cheeks flushed a deeper red than before and she bit her lip, her eyes flickering away from mine.
‘Hannah?’
‘I may have mmmhed imm,’ she mumbled.
I leaned closer, suspecting I already knew the answer to my next question, ‘What was that?’
‘I may have kissed him,’ she answered grumpily, her cheeks brightening again.
I grinned teasingly. Little Hannah had her sister’s impulsiveness when it came to her crushes. Ellie had told me all about the night she’d thrown herself at Adam. Adam was Braden’s best friend, and out of respect to Braden had held Ellie at arm’s length for a long time. Ellie had not made it easy on him. ‘How did that go?’
Hannah’s brow puckered as she stared at the ground. ‘He kissed me back.’
‘Yay!’ I punched the air like a goofy idiot.
‘No.’ Hannah shook her head at me. ‘He then pushed me away, didn’t say a word, and has avoided me for the last month.’
Feeling my chest ache at how crestfallen she looked, I slid my arm around her shoulders and hugged her to myside. ‘Hannah, you are beautiful and funny and smart and there
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